BPOV

"Nice one guys, see you next time!" I shouted as I exited the stage, handing my mic to one of the crew. I took the steps two at a time, heading for my dressing room and receiving congratulations from passers-by in the corridors, all of these people worked for me and I hardly knew any of them, I sometimes thought I should take more time to get to know people, but my life was just so hectic that I couldn't seem to fit it in.

I pushed open the door to my dressing room, there were flowers and gifts from fans all over the little table and sofa, completely surrounding my manager who was sitting on the edge of the sofa.

"Where do you put all of this shit?"

"The good stuff goes on the bus... the rest of it... well... I don't know really," I said, waving it off dismissively. Some of my fans went to so much effort for me, but really, there was just nowhere to put some of this stuff. If I mention on an interview that I like something, a certain perfume or food, then I'll have 30 of it the next day waiting for me.

"I take it you're going out tonight then?" My manager said with a smile.

"Yes Rose I am," I grinned back, taking my stage make up off with a wipe before walking over to a little bag that Rose was holding up for me, which I suspect had my clothes in. "Lifesaver." I breathed, getting changed into it quickly, before re-applying some more, street appropriate make up.

"I was thinking me and Em might come out as well... if you don't mind obviously!"

I turned to look at her with a grin, "Of course I don't mind! You guys haven't come out for AGES!"

"Well it's hardly professional is it?"

"Meh, who cares! We all like a drink!" I leafed through a few cards and letters from fans, waiting for the majority of the crowd to leave the arena. However long I waited though, there were always loads waiting for me when I left, some even followed me to wherever I was going out that night, so I ended up having to go to private clubs most nights. "Emmett was on fire tonight by the way Rose!"

"Yeah?" She cocked an eyebrow at me and I laughed.

"God yes. If you weren't boning him, I would so give him a go!"

"I don't know if that's a good thing or not!" She laughed back at me, "You're hardly picky!"

I put my hand over my heart, and gasped in mock insult, just as there was a knock on the door. We both told whoever it was to come in, when Emmett poked his head around the door, grinning at us both.

"Good show, bitch!" Emmett said, walking into the room and going to sit next to Rosalie. Emmett was my guitarist, and a bloody good one at that. I met him when I just started out in the music industry, he was my session guitarist for my demo, and I just couldn't bear to let him go so I asked him if he would be in my back up band, and luckily he agreed. I was introduced to my manager, Rosalie, when I got my first top 5 album, and the record label decided I should have a more effective team behind me, and so paired me with Rosalie Hale. She was bad ass, but totally amazing at her job, and at the age of 23, I was at the top of my game, thanks to her. Rose and Emmett met at one of my shows one night, and just hit it off right away. They were so happy, it kind of made me sick.

"Bells has just been telling me that she'd give you a go if you weren't with me!" Rosalie joked, Emmett turned to me and raised both eyebrows.

"Really, Bella? Don't think you could keep up, to be honest!"

"Oh please!" I said, waving at my hand at him in disgust.

"Right are we going out or not? You've still got to work your way through your crazy fans!" Rosalie said, pushing herself off the sofa. I stood up and straightened myself out. I threw the cards and letters into a bag that was due to go back onto my bus. I could never bring myself to throw them out, when people took the time to write to me, I would always read them.

***

"Ok, Bella, you know what to do, yeah?" Rose said, handing me a sharpie, just in case I couldn't get past the crowd, a squiggle on a piece of paper was all these people wanted, and I could hardly deny them that. I rolled my eyes at her as I was surrounded by my security people. They pushed the door open and I walked out, to be greeted by screams and flash bulbs. Rosalie and Emmett were walking behind me, along with anyone else who needed to get out of the building.

I signed as much as I could as I was being rushed by the security, I felt bad when I saw people looking disappointed that I had passed them, but there was just no way of pleasing everybody. If I signed everybody's t-shirts and merchandise then I would never leave. The door of a taxi was held open for me, and I climbed in, followed by Rose and Emmett. The screaming didn't settle down, and neither did the camera flashes which so often blinded me.

"Fuck me!" Emmett exclaimed, "I only have to do that after a show, and that's only when I'm with you. How do you do that every day?"

"It's not every day, Em. Getting recognized is hardly a bad thing." I shrugged, and the taxi headed off to our destination.

***

When we got to the club, there was a group of paparazzi outside. Not that they knew I was going here, but because it was a private club and they were usually guaranteed a picture of at least one celebrity, so they would wait there until they spotted someone. Emmett and Rose climbed out of the car before me, and Emmett attempted to cover my slightly as I climbed out, but that's when the flashes started. I bent my head slightly as we walked past them and into the club, trying to keep my eyes on my feet, hoping I didn't fall over in front of all those cameras. When we got in, Emmett went to get us drinks and Rose and I went to go and sit down.

"Don't get too drunk tonight Bella, yeah? They've had more than enough to say about you in the press the last couple of weeks."

"God, Rose, I don't know how they keep getting all this shit about me, a guy walks near me and apparently I've fucked him!"

"You did!" Rose exclaimed, laughing.

"That's not the point!" I said, taking my drink from Emmett with an appreciative smile and a sexy wink.

"Talking about your extracurricular activities are we?"

I rolled my eyes and then spotted a guy at the bar on the other side of the club staring at me, "Speaking of which..." I mumbled, finished my drink quickly and stood up. I scooted past Emmett and walked the length of the club to stand by the bar. Close, but not too close to the guy.

"My sister went to see you tonight," I heard in my ear. I breathed deeply and turned around to see the guy who was staring at me earlier.

"So you want an autograph?" I sighed, disappointed.

"Oh... I didn't even think about it. I just wanted to talk to you actually."

I smiled, and he sat down on the bar stool next to me. "I'm Jake, and you're gorgeous!"

I laughed, and started twirling a bit of hair on my fingers, "Hi, Jake." I held my hand out and he shook it lightly, leaning into me as he did so.

"Drink?"

I sighed, and turned my head to look at Rosalie, who at this moment was a little preoccupied with Emmett. I turned back to Jake excitedly, "A beer, please." Jake looked around at me to see who I'd been looking at.

"Do you have some kind of babysitter?" He laughed, ordering us both a beer.

"Something like that..." I breathed, "She's my manager", Jake paid for the drinks and I thanked him, hitting the necks of our bottles together.

"So, did your sister like the show?"

"I've not spoken to her..." Jake said, but he seemed to peering over my shoulder, "Umm, I think your manager might be pissed at me."

I turned my head again to see Rose's death glare, aimed at both Jake and myself, I turned back to Jake. "She's a bit... protective, doesn't want me to do anything stupid."

"And what would be classified as stupid?" Jake whispered, leaning into my ear. I took a swig from my bottle, and let my face move forward to his ear.

"Probably, what I'm about to do..."

"Wha-" I cut him off by stopping his lips with mine, moving quickly and fiercely, I opened my mouth and his tongue easily slid its way inside, exploring my mouth. I pulled away when I needed air, and Jake grinned at me stupidly.

"I don't know if I'd call that stupid!" he whispered huskily, and I laughed, taking another swig from my beer.

"Fancy heading back to my hotel?" I said, putting my half empty beer on the bar, "I'm having a party."

"Really?"

"Well..." I took one last, long swig from my bottle, and put it back down again. I stood up, and took his hand, "I am now." I grinned, and he followed me.

As soon as I stepped outside of the club, the flashbulbs started again. I instinctively let go of Jake's hand and rushed towards a cab, I could feel Jake behind me, and so when I climbed into the cab, he climbed in soon after. The door was still open though, so I leaned across him, and he held me by my waist as I reached out and pulled the door shut.

We were on our way, and Jake was looking out of the window awkwardly, I pulled out my phone to see 5 missed calls from Rose. I groaned loudly, and Jake turned his head to look at me, confusion written across his face.

I held the phone up to him and he nodded, smiling, while I held the phone up to my ear, having hit call. It rang once before she picked it up.

"You've just left with him haven't you?"

"So what?"

"We've gone over this Bella!"

"Oh, fuck off!" I exclaimed, and Jake and I both laughed.

"Bella, this is serious, it's not good for your reputation!"

"We'll worry about that tomorrow, ok?" I breathed.

"Fine, but don't blame me if everything goes to shit ok? I still want my 15%!"

With that she hung up. And I shoved the phone back into my pocket.

When we got to my hotel I paid the driver and led Jake into the hotel and into the lift. As soon as the doors were shut he had me pressed against the wall, pinning my wrists against it while he kissed his way down my neck and across my collarbone. I was breathing heavily and I could feel his hot breath across my skin before his mouth came into contact with it. When the lift dinged that we were at my floor, I groaned, taking his hand and pulling him out of the lift, across the hallway to my room. I opened the door with my key card.

As soon as we were inside, hands were everywhere: his hands were in my hair, running down my neck and arms, while mine were smoothing down the planes of his chest and stomach. And that's when I felt something around his neck, under his shirt.

"Mmm... wait," I murmured into the kiss, my hands on his shoulders, attempting to break the kiss. "Jake... Oh god..." Something in me just didn't want to stop, but when my hands felt it again I pulled away completely. "Jake, stop."

We were both staring at each other in the darkness, breathing heavily and chests heaving. I stumbled in the darkness over to the light switch and was temporarily blinded by the sudden light.

"I thought this was how it worked?" Jake said, walking towards me again, his arms outstretched and landing on my hips, pulling me towards him.

"How what worked?" I whispered, desperate not to stop him, but pulling away from him again.

"Being with you, this is what you want right?"

"Wait..." I said sternly, and he seemed to smirk at my reaction. I stepped towards him and my fingers darted under his shirt collar for a moment before pulling out a lanyard, with a shiny I.D card on.

Jacob Black

Celebrity Reporter

Stash Magazine

"You're a fucking reporter!" I shouted, throwing his I.D back at him, he laughed loudly.

"You know what? My friend told me it would be easy, and it looks like you are, it's a surprise this hasn't happened to you before!"

"Just, get out!" I shouted, pointing at the door, but he refused to move, just stood there, smirking at me, "I'll call security, get the fuck out of my room!"

He walked towards the door, opening it slightly, but turned his head before he left, "The readers of Stash will love this."

I headed for him, but he shut the door before I could get there, and I ended up facing a closed door.

"Shit!" I shouted to myself, and slid down onto the floor.

I pulled out my phone and hit Rose's number, she answered before the first ring ended.

"What's happened?"

"I think I might have a problem."

EPOV

"Cullen, can you some in here for a second?"

I reluctantly pulled away from my desk, pushing myself up with my hands and turning towards my boss's office. I fucking hated my job. I worked at Rolling Stone magazine, which was once a massive dream of mine, but now that I was here it was just nothing like I imagined. When I was younger I wanted to be doing some proper music journalism, going to gigs and reporting back, or doing features on bands and artists, following them around on the road, finding out more about them. But here I was, doing the scheduling for some other lucky bastard to go and interview Kings of Leon.

I leaned against the doorframe of my bosses office with my arms folded across my chest.

"What's up, Carlisle?"

"Come in and sit down." He gestured to the chair in front of him, and I curiously took a seat, raising and eyebrow in question.

"Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh quite the contrary, Cullen. In fact, I've been very impressed by your work the last few years."

"Oh, thanks." I frowned, not knowing where he would be going with this.

"Look, you know we've been trying to get that Bella Swan cover story for a while, but she keeps turning it down?" I nodded slowly. I'd spent hours talking to her bitch of a manager who was less than co-operative with me, trying to figure something out. It was my only failure of the last few years working here.

"Well, seems like they're ready to do business, a bit of damage control it seems." He cocked an eyebrow at me and I smirked. I'd read on the internet the other day that she'd taken an undercover reporter back to her hotel for a "party". It was nothing new, but this time, it just happened to be the one person who could probably finish her career if he wanted.

"I want you to do the story," Carlisle said, leaning back in his chair and waiting for my reaction.

"Ok, I'll give her manager a call and sort out some sche-"

"No Edward. I want you to write the story, to follow her on tour for a few weeks, and to write everything you see."

"Carlisle, are you sure? I've not written for you befo-"

"Take Alice with you."

Alice Brandon was an amazing journalist, and most of the big stories involved her in some way. If she was going to be with me, I was certain this story would be huge.

"So, Cullen, you want to do it?"

"Of course," I said eagerly, standing up and leaning across his big desk to shake his hand. He smiled broadly, before taking my hand in a firm hand shake. "Thank you Carlisle."

***

Alice and I had spoken a lot about what we wanted from the story, we both agreed on most things. First, that we wanted to find out the truth about Bella. Everyone had her pinned down as some kind of talent-less, party-girl, whore. If that was true, then we would write it, but I was hoping that we could come up with something a little bit more interesting than what everybody thought already.

As Alice and I spoke more, I began to think she may not be the best person to take. Every time I would think out loud, whether it was about Bella's past, or her music, then Alice knew the answer. It seemed she was quite the Bella Swan fan.

I'd always appreciated Bella aesthetically, she looked pretty much perfect in the magazines I often saw on the shelf in the stands, except the ones where she was falling out of a club drunk, with a new man on her arm.

I'd always wondered whether she was just the result of some amazing airbrushing, or whether she was actually as beautiful as she seemed. I'm not too proud to admit that I bought Maxim magazine a few weeks ago, just because she was gracing the cover. It had provided me with hours of... entertainment. And now I was going to meet her. I'd been in contact with her manager Rosalie a few times, and although she seemed like she was still reluctant to have journalists following Bella around for a few weeks, she was co-operative.

Alice and I were due to meet Bella backstage before one of her Chicago shows, and then we would be pretty much at her side for the next three weeks.